Page 60 of Catch Me When I Fall

When I didn’t move, he growled. “Carrie, come the fuck here.”

He said my name. My actual name.

My feet moved instantly. Within seconds, I was standing in front of him, praying to God that he would say my name again.

The bounty hunter leaned back, keeping his hands at his sides, balled tightly into fists.

My lips parted as I stared down at him, my cheeks heating even more as my nipples hardened, no doubt poking through my top. His eyes didn’t drop to my chest.

No, they stayed on my face.

Studying me.

Memorizing me.

“Say it again,” I murmured, my voice thick with desperation.

“No.”

“Please,” I rasped.

“You smell like fucking berries,” he clipped, his voice hard.

I—what? My brows came together. “What?”

“Makes me want to devour you,” he growled, baring his teeth.

Devour me. God, yes. Devour me.

I whimpered as my body began to tremble, my core thrumming with need, my skin begging to be touched. Whatever this was between us—this pull—it was overwhelming.

He watched me with a careful, eerie stillness. “Stop looking at me like that,” he warned.

My reply was soft. “Like what?”

Slowly, he leaned forward back into the light again. He tilted his head to the side as he looked at me, his face inches from my mid-section. “Like you want a man like me to devour you.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want a man like you.”

His gaze hardened.

“I just want you,” I breathed, my hands itching to touch him.

Suddenly, he stood, towering over me, saying nothing as he stepped to the side and started walking to my door.

What the hell?

“That’s it, then?” I called out to his back. “You show up, get a peepshow, play with my feelings, and leave?”

He halted, his body taking up the majority of the doorway.

“Don’t come back here again,” I ordered, swallowing the hurt and foolishness. “Just stay away from me!”

Suddenly, my back was against the wall, his hand fisting my wet hair as his other one went to my waist, his fingers digging into me. Our faces were inches apart, our eyes searching and pleading for some form of mercy. My hands went to his chest, feeling the warmth of him through his thermal as our chests heaved with heavy breaths.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled.

“What?” I shot back. “Tell you to never come back here? This is my house—”

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